A/N: This is a strong M and the plot is flimsy at best. It is an excuse to write citrus, smut, lemon, lime, sexy fun times, whatever else you want to call it I don't care. Anyway I'm leaving the timeline and ages vague, this could be two months from the current manga or two years or five. I don't care I just wanted to write smut and Lory agreed with me.

Also please don't kidnap or drug people it's rude and against the law.

Lory considered himself a patient man. He could wait for satisfaction; he even reasoned that delayed satisfaction was the best kind. Nothing worth having ever came easy, and if something came too easily, it more than likely wasn't worth keeping. That was what he kept telling himself anyway, every time he failed at his favorite real life otome game. The two idiots just kept refusing to obey his commands and be together.

At the moment, idiot one was attempting to hide his blush, as idiot two explained that what she meant was that he was handsome; not that she found him attractive. Lory closed his eyes and sighed, wondering why neither of them pointed out that handsome and attractive amounted to the same thing. What was even more aggravating, was that the young man in question actually looked a little disappointed by the girls clarification, that his handsomeness was a fact, and not something that she had decided herself. Simply put, she had eyes and could see why people would find him pleasing to look at, but that didn't mean that she would ever feel like staring at him the way some people did.

The LME president looked down dejectedly, annoyed that all of his attempts and hints, and sometimes outright obvious declarations of their love, never seemed to penetrate those thick skulls. Last week, he had assigned Kyouko the assignment of writing a love song, under the guise that he needed a new theme song for LME. She wrote an anti-love song with scathing lyrics instead. When he told her to redo it, she wrote a song about getting revenge on an ex-lover. In an attempt to at least force the two to interact, he asked Kyouko to show Ren the song. She did as he ordered, with sullen reluctance.

For all her worries however, her sempai merely said, "Mogami-san, I didn't know you could write songs. I'm impressed."

She did seem flattered, which the president supposed he could count as a win, if he was really desperate. He did not want to however, as it felt cheap, and he didn't appreciate them forcing him to settle for such mediocre affection. That was when he came up with his current scheme of locking them in an elevator together for a few hours, but his characters refused to acknowledge any feelings, or even behave like a normal couple who liked each other would, when trapped together in a confined space.

They did not awkwardly stare at each other. Kyouko did not panic about being in the dimly lit elevator, and Ren did not wrap his arms around her to soothe her frazzled nerves. Because her nerves were not frazzled. No, his infuriating, idiot employees were sitting peacefully across from each other, discussing the recent projects they'd just completed, and upcoming roles they hoped to win.

Lory sat in irritated silence, contemplating the pair on the screen. A thought began to take shape in his head, and he thought that maybe he finally had the right method, since communication was good for them. The execution however, would be a problem. He was going about this all wrong; an elevator was not an intimate or scary enough place for them. They needed something more private. He was being too subtle and indirect with them, and they need to have all their comfortable excuses ripped away. They need to be laid bare before each other and forced to admit that they were in love.

"It's not exactly legal." He said to Ruuto, who didn't question his sudden inclusion in Lory's private conversation. "They'll thank me when it's all said and done." Lory shrugged and turned to Yashiro-san. "Go get them and bring them to my office."

The manager nodded with a pout. He had been hoping for some more progress too, but who knew how long they would have to wait for those two to take the hint.

Ren sighed, listening to Kyouko speak animatedly about the recent cast party for the role she just finished. She was adorable, with flushed cheeks and her pink lips moving quickly. He imagined that they were soft and wondered what they would taste like. The brief kiss he shared with her in Guam left him craving more, and he hoped the president grew tired of the elevator scene soon, because the longer he stared at her lips, the more tempted he felt. She was tempting, so very tempting, and this space was small.

"Ren," he twitched, imaging that it was her voice saying his name, but it was only his manager. "Hi," Yashiro-san greeted from the open elevator door.

Kyouko sighed with relief, but Ren almost let himself believe it was disappointment. That was just his wishful thinking though, there was no way she'd been hoping for something to happen.

"Kyouko-chan, you look a little flushed. Ren wasn't being inappropriate, was he?" Yashiro-san teased, causing her to blush.

"No, Tsuruga-san is a gentleman," Kyouko muttered, looking down at her shoes.

"How boring. Well, the president wants to see both of you in his office," he informed them, stepping onto the elevator and pressing the button for the top floor. Neither of them questioned how he knew it would work. They both suspected that he and the president were behind their private moment trapped in the metal box.

They greeted the president's odd assistant, as he instructed them to take a seat on the plush, heart-shaped love seat. Kyouko rolled her eyes, wondering when the love monster would break and start screaming about the importance of love and honesty again. He'd done it before, but thankfully when she was alone in the love me room. Then, he forced her to write an essay on his speech.

"Tea?" Lory offered, causing Ren to raise an eyebrow as the man was pouring it himself. "I got a new kind that I wanted you to try."

"Thank you." Kyouko gratefully accepted her cup, taking a small sip.

"The elevator broke," Ren said casually, lifting his cup but not drinking, "but Yashiro fixed it. I never knew he had any mechanical prowess." Lory held his breath, watching Kyouko closely, and hoping Ren would hurry up and drink his tea.

"Yes, I was informed that the two of you were stuck." Lory resisted the urge to grab the younger man by the chin and force the drink down his throat. "Do you need sugar Ren?" He asked as a gentle way to get him to drink.

Ren shook his head and downed the tea in one gulp. It would have been impolite not to drink it, though he wasn't really thirsty. He set the cup upside down on its saucer, indicating that he didn't want anymore. There was a strange flavor to the warm liquid which he couldn't place, and he didn't like it. It made him feel a little bit tired.

Kyouko finished half her tea and set the cup down. She didn't want to be rude, but it left a bitter taste and she couldn't drink any more. She turned toward Ren, and noticed that he was swaying slightly and seemed to be struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Tsuruga-san, are you alright?" Kyouko's voice sounded distant, and her form beside him began to blur.

He wanted to tell her to stop drinking the tea, but it was too late, his heavy eyes were already closing.

"Tsuruga-san!" Kyouko jumped up in alarm, as her sempai slumped over. She caught him before he could fall to the floor and laid his head on the armrest of the couch. "President, what should we...?" The room spun, and she began to fall forward. Yashiro-san caught her, concern in his eyes, as he watched both of his charges fall unconscious. He set her on the couch, positioning Ren as her pillow.

"President, what happened?" The devious love monster smiled at him, sending chills up his spine.

"This won't be exactly legal, but I think it's time to send these two on vacation. It's going to be so much fun! It's a shame I can't record it, but that would definitely be illegal." He thought for a moment, before shaking his head. "I'm sure I wouldn't want to see that anyway. I'm not a pervert."

"What?" Yashiro looked at the two unconscious actors and then to the president, wondering how far he was willing to go to get his fairy tale ending for these two. "Remind me to never tell you if I fall in love."

Lory lit his cigar, lost in his plans.